What Could Happen When Distancing and Wearing Masks
One woman
Distanced in a row of marked-off stools
Sat sideways
At a bar in the afternoon
Dressed like passing summer sky
Viewed through a window
From a cooled inside
Blue skirt hem
Napkined to her lap
Legs crossed like wind-swept dunes
A smile of salt
Tossed over her shoulder
She fiddles with her diamond ring
Her fingertip a sigh
Tuning
The half empty
Rim of a Margarita
Warbling
To the tall bartender
Who’s drying with a cloth and fingers
The lips to his goblets
A crystal choir whistling back
He’s bored for more of a crowd
Both wishing for tips
Just like old times.
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